Echoes of the Broken
Cordelia Cross
Apr 3, 2025 03:49
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The weight of silence fills the air,
A ghostly shadow everywhere,
Each heartbeat strikes a hollow tone,
A symphony of aching bone.
The sun sets low, it does not shine,
Its warmth no longer feels divine,
For what is light, when love is gone?
A fleeting dusk, a stolen dawn.
Memories linger, sharp and clear,
Their edges cut, their voices sneer,
They weave a net of what once was,
And trap the soul in endless pause.
Grief whispers secrets none can bear,
A voice that fades but lingers there,
It writes its name on fragile skin,
A mark of loss etched deep within.
Yet still, the heart, though torn, may mend,
A painful road that time can bend,
For through the cracks, soft light may stream,
A fragile hope, a tender dream.
